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Deception - COMPLETE	By : kizukatana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11937 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Author's note and warning: Hard yaoi (18+) in this chapter (and the next chapter). FINALLY! OMG I've been dying here. Special thanks to BriEva, who continues to be my muse and give me advice, opinions, and stern talkings to as needed LOL. Thanks bae.
-xXx-
Naruto held his stomach. He had never ridden in a helicopter before, and - as it raced over the ground at high speed and low altitude - he decided he would be very content if he never did again. The adrenaline that had shielded him from feeling his injuries had long ago faded, and all he wanted right now was to lie down in a very soft bed for about three weeks and not move. He really hoped that he didn't need to go to a hospital. But he was more worried about Gaara.
Temari had radioed to Kankuro, who had already been in flight when news of the attack by Mu's forces at the border had reached him. It had been too risky to allow anyone else into the safe room, for fear that the identity of the General's killer would be leaked. Temari had grabbed some of the medical supplies that had been stored in the room to bind and bandage their wounds as much as possible, but Gaara would definitely need stitches on the gunshot wound. Naruto hoped the surgical tapes would suffice for the rest of their wounds.
Luckily, there was an escape door from the safe room that led directly to the roof and a helicopter pad. Knowing that their communications were likely being monitored by the former Kazekage's forces as well as the CIA and Mu, Temari simply radioed that there had been a security breach at the compound, some of whom had been captured. She requested that Kankuro land there immediately and take some additional guards with him before joining their forces on the battlefield.
She handed Naruto and Gaara a pouch of money and the contact of a personal friend in Turkey would help them make travel arrangements under whatever identity they chose. She wrote a set of instructions for Kankuro explaining the route he would need to take and what was happening. They couldn't risk discussing it over the radio, or take the time to explain once he arrived. It wouldn't be long before she needed to let at least the top guard members know that the General had been killed by assailants who had escaped after killing his personal guard.
Naruto and Gaara changed into Interior Guard uniforms that Temari gave them, and wrapped their heads, concealing their faces in the black headscarves that were used by the General's top assassins. They boarded Kankuro's military helicopter with their packs. Gaara paused as he saw his brother for the first time in over a decade. Not aware of their identity, Kankuro simply nodded sharply, accepting the envelope that contained the information Temari had provided which would inform Kankuro of his father's death as well as the surprising resurrection of this little brother.
As soon as they were seated, the Blackhawk took off, flying low to the ground, below the radar as it slipped over the border and into Azerbaijan. The noise on board made talking difficult, but Naruto kept a wary eye on Gaara's condition as his friend leaned against the wall, holding his wounded arm.
Kankuro sat and read the letter that Temari had sent, his eyes widening as he looked first at Naruto, then Gaara, their faces concealed beneath their headscarves.
He stood slowly, earning a sharp word from the copilot which he ignored as he approached Gaara, kneeling before him. They exchanged words briefly, and Kankuro brought some pain medication from the battlefield medical kit that was on board, concern etching his features.
"Have you both taken the antidote?" Kankuro asked.
Gaara nodded and took the pain medicine, his eyes locked on his brother. Naruto could not read the expression in Gaara's eyes, but he noted that they did not hold the warmth that he had shown Temari. Still, Gaara allowed his brother to see his injury and adjust the bandage, signaling at least a base level of trust.
They landed in a private airfield and boarded a small plane belonging to the late General Kazekage. The pilot had instructions to fly members of the General's elite guard to track the fleeing assailants who had attacked the compound and were believed to have co-conspirators in Turkey. Their hair and face except for their eyes, the pilot assumed Naruto and Gaara to be assassins. He was correct, just not in his assumption on which side they had been on.
Once they were on board and the plane was in flight, Kankuro dismissed the attendants from the rear cabin so they could speak privately.
Gaara removed the cloth that had covered his face, allowing his brother to look upon him for the first time since they were children. Kankuro noted the tattoo, and his face crumpled in anguish before he buried it in his hands. Naruto looked out the window, to give the man some privacy while he gained control over his emotions.
After a few minutes, Kankuro drew a shuddering breath and scrubbed the heel of his hand over his eyes. "Gaara," he placed a hand tentatively on his brother's shoulder. "He told us you were dead."
Gaara nodded, knowing his brother felt guilty that he had never looked for him over the years, believing him dead. "When this is over, I want you to come home. Temari will make sure no one ever learns of your involvement. As far as anyone will know, our father was killed by Mu's forces and I simply stepped in to fill his seat. We will say that my sister and I took up the search for you, then brought you home."
Gaara nodded, hearing the slight pleading in his elder brother's voice. "I have something I have to finish first. But I will come back."
Kankuro looked at him. "And if you want father's seat, it is yours."
Gaara shook his head. "No. But I will be your advisor."
The brothers talked a bit, conversing in their native tongue and Naruto let his mind rest, knowing that - for the moment at least - he was safe. His body was aching, but at least now they were out of immediate danger. And the job was done.
"Avoid the airports," Naruto heard Kankuro tell Gaara, in English this time so Naruto would be able to understand as well. "Mu is in the pocket of the CIA, and they will have access to all the video surveillance that is there, as well as the passenger lists. Mu will want to be sure that there is no one who can tie his possible takeover back to the CIA, since that would not go over well politically for him in Suna or back home. Travel by boat or by train to stay under the radar. No one needs to ever know made it to the compound. There will be no evidence that they can use against you."
Naruto wondered what the CIA would make of their success of taking out General Kazekage… and their failure to help Mu overthrow the government. He and Gaara were supposed to contact their agent when they reached Europe and were far enough away from Mu and the Kazekage's loyalists to be safe. They just needed to spin it that they did their part and Mu dropped the ball. It was a pain that Jiraya had wanted this to be a 'legitimate' operation. But Naruto knew that Jiraya was trying to keep the program from landing them all in jail, so they had to do their part and play nice.
But that was all secondary to them. Gaara had killed the man he needed to. Now it was Naruto's turn.
The thought of returning to New York ate at Naruto. He would be back in Sasuke's city, but unable to be with him. Naruto steeled himself. It was the right thing to do. He wasn't going to do any more damage to Sasuke than he already had.
It was over. He just needed to stay focused.
-xXx-
They landed in Istanbul late that same night and walked down the narrow stairway off the private plane. Kankuro spoke with some of the military officials that had come out to greet the plane that was registered under one of the most powerful leaders in Kazenokuni. Naruto and Gaara had papers ready, but surprisingly they were not asked to show any, and instead were offered to be driven by military vehicle to wherever they needed to go. Naruto sighed as he realized the politics played the same in whatever country you were.
Gaara gave them the address to the Kazenokuni consulate in the Beyoglu district of the city. They would carry the news of the change in leadership in Suna to the ambassador there, then disappear. Naruto kept his mouth shut and was careful to follow Gaara and mimic his greeting, passing as nothing more than another member of the General's elite guard.
Naruto couldn't follow the conversation, but by the widening of eyes and sudden flurry of activity in the consulate, he assumed that Gaara had delivered the news of the General's death. Their official business concluded, they stepped out into the warm, busy streets of Istanbul, despite the late hour. Naruto drew a breath, the smell of the sea carried on the evening breeze. But there would be no time to take in the sights. They had to stay hidden. Naruto could tell that the gunshot wound on Gaara's arm was hurting again, but his friend kept moving as they rapidly walked through the streets and alleyways, knowing their first task was to lose anyone who might be following them from the embassy before they took a cab to the address that Temari had given them for the house in the Fatih district, where they were to find refuge.
When they finally arrived outside the large home, it was well past midnight. Naruto worried that no one would answer, but an old woman opened the door before they had even knocked.
"I heard from a friend at the embassy that the General was dead. I wondered if anyone would come to tell me in person," Her voice sounded irritated to Naruto, but since he couldn't make out her words he simply relied on Gaara to handle the situation.
Gaara handed her a note, "Granny Chiyo," he said, using the name he had called her long ago. "It's been a long time."
The woman froze, not recognizing the voice. But there were not many who had ever called her by that name. She stepped back from the doorway, allowing them entry into her home.
Once the door had closed securely behind them, Gaara removed his head wrap. The old woman's eyes widened in recognition. And to Naruto's surprise, she began to cackle with laughter. "Ah, it's good to see that the General's actions came back to bite him in the ass after all." She gave them a sly grin. "Or, from what I heard this evening, shoot him in the head."
Gaara didn't laugh at her joke, but nodded in acknowledgement at her assumption of what had occurred. "My sister said we would be safe spending the night here," Gaara said, switching to English so Naruto would be able to follow. "We need a way out of Istanbul that won't draw attention from the US or Kazenokuni authorities."
The old woman thought for a minute. "Well, I assume you have passports that will take you where you need to go?"
Gaara nodded shortly.
"Then I might be able to help you. They will be focusing their search on the smuggling routes and the normal commercial passages… planes, major trains, ships, ferries…."
Naruto really hoped she wasn't about to suggest crossing a desert by camel. He had seen Lawrence of Arabia and had no wish to live that for real.
"Hmmm... I think there is a train that might suit," she said after a moment.
"Didn't you just say that they were being watched as well?" Naruto asked, frowning. Gaara seemed to trust this woman enough to let her know their plans, but Naruto wasn't so sure.
"The major trains, yes. But not the tour-group trains. They will assume you are trying to get out of the region with all possible speed."
Naruto tried to assess whether the woman was potential senile. "Yeah… because we are."
The woman cackled again. "Actually, you might not be. I can get you on a train that will go to Paris...eventually. First stop with be in Bucharest. You will have six days to rest and let them run in circles trying to find you. We can pay for the tickets in cash, making it untraceable, and I seriously doubt they will be searching the manifests of this particular train, since it only runs a few months out of the year anyway."
Naruto looked at Gaara, and they both shrugged. If Temari thought this woman was trustworthy, then they would go with what she suggested. It wasn't like they had a lot of options.
"We need a place to wash up and sleep before then," Gaara said, not revealing that they were also injured.
But the old woman seemed to already know the situation. "I used to be a medic in your grandfather's army a long time ago," she said, looking at Gaara. "I still sometimes patch up some of the Sunan operatives that show up at my door after midnight. Go and wash up, and I'll take care of the worst of your injuries. At least enough to keep you from keeling over until you get to Bucharest. But you won't be able to board the train looking like assassins. You'll need different clothing."
Gaara smirked. "Actually, we already have that part of the plan covered."
"Hmpf," she said skeptically, leading them upstairs to the guest wing where she showed them where their bedrooms were as well as the shower. Naruto took one look at the soft, clean bed and wanted nothing more to crawl between the sheets and sleep for the next week, but he was filthy and bloody and needed a shower first.
"Granny Chiyo is actually the one who first started the practice of coating the weapons of the guards with a variation on the traditional poison that had been used by the local tribes for centuries," Gaara said.
"And more importantly, I came up with the antidote," the old woman said.
Naruto looked at her curiously. "So… I assume the poison is slow-acting if it was used on prisoners that would be interrogated. How does it work?"
Granny Chiyo looked at him a moment. "I don't suppose that you have any medical training?"
Naruto shook his head, and the old woman sighed. "Well, then I won't get technical. The poison has two components. There is one which is basically a central nervous system depressant. Originally it was found in the venom of poisonous snakes in the area. It is the part of the poison that actually kills you, slowing the motor functions and eventually stopping the lungs and the heart. I added a second component. It is a type of hallucinogen, making the vision and hearing distorted. It aids in the interrogation process, as it confuses the subject. And it is very long-lived… staying in the system for up to four days."
"But the antidote handles both effects?"
"Well, the antidote is focused more on the part that kills you, though you will be a bit slower for a few days. But yes, we added another ingredient to the antidote as well to counteract both chemicals."
Naruto nodded, relieved to hear that. He had been feeling queasy, and had been worried that it was a side effect of the poison. But evidently, it was just run-of-the-mill air sickness. He left to go take a shower, carefully washing around the myriad of cuts, nicks, and grazes that covered his body. The cut in his leg was only one of them looked serious enough to require stitches. The old woman was annoyed when Naruto said he didn't want any anesthetic, probably assuming he didn't trust her not to poison him, but in the end she stitched his leg without it, letting him limp off to bed to sleep.
Gaara allowed the woman to stitch his bullet wound as well, then stood to go rest.
"You should keep an extra vial or two on you in case the antidote wears off before the hallucinogen does. You both have a lot of injuries. If they were all made with treated weapons, one draught might not be enough. If you start feeling nauseous or having trouble with your vision, take another dose. If left untreated, the symptoms can escalate to extreme disorientation and paranoia. Some people are more sensitive than others, depending on their tolerance levels to the drug."
Gaara accepted the extra vials of the antidote from the woman and went up to bed. They slept until almost two in the afternoon, when the old woman woke them to tell them that she had purchased their tickets while they slept, and the train left Halkali station the next day at four.
Naruto's mouth watered as he could smell food cooking, realizing he couldn't quite remember when he last ate. He followed her downstairs after waking Gaara. She served them a meal of rice, a lightly spiced lentil dish and a yoghurt cucumber salad. Naruto had never eaten anything like it before, but it had been more than a day since he'd had anything. His motion sickness from the day before didn't seem to have faded, though, and he wasn't able to eat as much as he would have liked. But he didn't complain. In the scheme of things, he knew that he and Gaara were lucky to be alive at all. Gaara also ate, but looked paler than usual.
Naruto frowned, worried for his friend. He wished they could risk going to a hospital to get him proper care, but it was too risky. They had gone without medical treatment before. Gaara knew his limits. And of the two was the best judge at how much they should trust Chiyo.
Immediately after eating, Gaara, returned to bed to sleep. Naruto asked to borrow Granny Chiyo's computer to quickly check the news that was coming out of Suna and scan for any mention of him or Gaara. He blinked at the screen, his eyes having trouble focusing on it. Deciding he must just be exhausted, he followed Gaara's example and went back up to sleep.
The next day, they again slept until after noon, then quickly showered and dressed to leave. Naruto grinned to see that this time, Gaara was joining him in wearing the burka. It was the perfect way to pass through the city and board the train with no one being able to identify them. Even so, they waited to board the train until the last possible minute to be sure that they were not followed.
Several times, Naruto was sure he heard someone behind them, but as they made their painstakingly slow progress to the train station, no one appeared.
Naruto drew a breath. He felt oddly disoriented. He would be glad when they could board the train and he could sleep.
-xXx-
Sasuke had already double-checked the information Suigetsu had sent him. He was definitely in the right cabin - the one that Naruto had reserved. As with all of the private, sleeper car rooms on this train, it was luxuriously appointed with deep blue carpeting and mahogany paneled walls.
Sasuke had kept the lights off, and had drawn the curtains to prevent anyone from seeing him in a cabin that wasn't his. He looked at his watch in the dim light for the tenth time in as many minutes. He and Sakura had agreed that she would wait where the passengers were boarding and Sasuke would wait in Naruto's room in case they boarded the train some other way. Shisui hadn't been able to get out of Suna in time when the borders were sealed, but he would be meeting up with them in Bucharest.
The train was going to leave in one minute and there was still no sign of Naruto. Sasuke saw two bukra-clad women walk past Naruto's cabin carrying duffel bags. He felt his stomach sink as the conductor announced though the speakers that the doors to the train were closed for boarding and welcomed riders to the 'new' Orient Express. The train slowly began pulling out of the station as the conductor described the history of the route, the stops they would make along the way to Paris, and what they could expect to see on their first leg to Bucharest. Sasuke didn't register the words. His mind was focused on the fact that Naruto hadn't boarded the train. He wondered if the train was going slowly enough that he could jump off.
Naruto was in Istanbul. Or at least he had been yesterday. If he hadn't boarded the train as planned, did that mean he'd found another way out of the city that even Suigetsu hadn't been able to pick up, or did that mean that the CIA had found him first? Or maybe he had been too injured… Sasuke's mind raced, and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly to judge how rapidly the train was picking up speed and tried to assess whether the window would open enough for him to jump out.
He had just finished unlatching the window lock when the door to Naruto's cabin opened and one of the covered women who had passed by earlier walked in. The figure had barely entered the room when they immediately dropped the bag they had been carrying and lunged towards him. Sasuke caught the glint of the knife and narrowly avoiding having it embedded in his chest. He turned, readying himself for the next attack and nearly stumbled when he found himself looking into shockingly familiar blue eyes.
-xXx-
Naruto stood outside his room door, his breath slightly labored. His feeling that someone was following them had only been growing. Gaara had been exhausted by the time they had boarded the train, so Naruto had told him to rest with his gun ready, but didn't worry his friend further with his anxiety. Gaara was in no condition to help him search, which he would insist on doing if he knew that Naruto was worried. Naruto would search the train himself while Gaara rested. He was afraid his friend's arm was becoming infected, or perhaps there was internal bleeding somewhere. After he had cleared the train of anyone who had decided to follow them, he would find out if there was a medical facility on the train and have Gaara checked out whether he liked it or not.
But he was having trouble getting his bearings. Everything seemed to be somewhat distorted. He remembered Chiyo describing the effects of the poison, but he had taken the antidote… had it not been enough? Naruto was having trouble thinking clearly. Maybe he just needed more sleep. He would search the train, get Gaara some help, then get some sleep. He just needed to be able to concentrate.
His hand froze on the handle of the door to his cabin. He had an overwhelming sense of danger surge through him… a certainty that there was someone in his room. He drew his knife from the sheath he had worn on his calf, and pushed open the door, soundlessly setting his bag inside. The room was dark, but he saw the silhouette of a man against the curtains. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the low light of the room enough to make out anything about him, but Naruto immediately attacked as he heard the door click shut behind him.
Naruto cursed as the man moved with surprising speed and was able to avoid him when the lunged forward with his knife. His body felt slow and his vision was blurry again, making it harder to read the signs signaling what his opponent was planning to do, especially in the darkened room.
"Naruto! What the fuck?!"
Something about the voice was familiar, but Naruto didn't take time to think about it. The only people who would be waiting to ambush him on this train in a darkened room were not his allies. The heavy black cloth was restricting Naruto's movements, so he quickly ripped it off and threw it on the floor, freeing his limbs. He wore an olive green tank top and jeans beneath, which were much more conducive to fighting. He wondered why his opponent seemed to be merely avoiding him, rather than attacking. Surely the man must have a weapon if he were here to kill him.
"Naruto, stop! What the hell are you doing!"
Naruto felt like he was in a fog. He ignored the voice and simply lunged at his opponent, cursing his slowed movements when the man was able to dodge his knife yet again. He was only slightly gratified that he had felt the blade graze the man's arm, though not enough to do serious damage. Close quarter fights never lasted long, though, because there was no space to dodge. The thought had just crossed his mind when he felt strong fingers wrap around his wrist of the hand that held the knife at the same time that Naruto swept his opponent's legs out from under him. They crashed sideways, knocking into a table by the window sending some bottles rolling to the floor. Naruto landed on top but his knife was ripped away, spiraling onto the carpet just out of reach.
Naruto didn't focus on the loss of the weapon. He was more than capable of killing with his bare hands, slow reflexes or not. But first he wanted some answers. He quickly straddled his opponent and braced his legs on either side of the man's thighs to prevent him from being able to roll them and reverse their positions. The man wasn't giving up easily, though as Naruto felt a fist connect with his jaw and his head snapped back before he grabbed the man's wrists and used his weight as leverage to pin him down.
"Who sent you?" Naruto growled, looking down into the blurred face below him.
"Get a fucking grip, Naruto. No one sent me! I'm here to try to warn your stupid ass that the CIA is setting you up!"
Naruto paused. That voice… but it couldn't be. Naruto blinked his eyes hard, trying to clear his vision. His confusion over the voice caused his muscles to relax fractionally, which was all his opponent needed before his hips bucked up, sweeping one of Naruto's legs under his to break the brace that was keeping them in position and flipping them over.
Naruto found himself pinned to the floor, in the exact reversal of the position he had just had the other man in, his wrists gripped with bruising strength.
His vision cleared slightly as he looked into angry black eyes that were glaring down at him. The same black eyes that haunted his dreams every night.
It couldn't be real. Sasuke safe back in New York. Not magically appearing in Naruto's cabin, pinning him to the floor. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again, but the man was still there.
"Sasuke?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. Naruto could feel the anger and adrenaline pumping off his lover. The feel of being held down under that intense gaze brought back visions of all the nights they'd spent together back in New York. Naruto wondered if this was real, or if he were in fact hallucinating. It would explain the haziness he felt.
"Are you done trying to kill me now?" Sasuke panted out, his grip tightening further on Naruto's wrists.
Sasuke's eyes travelled hungrily over Naruto's form, pausing slightly at the sight of the bandaged wounds on his arms. Naruto licked his dry lips, not sure what the hell was going on. He saw the way Sasuke's eyes were drawn to his mouth, and despite any confusion, he felt lust spike through him. He forced himself to get some sort of explanation out.
"I... didn't expect there to be a friend hiding in my room with the lights out," Naruto said, trying to get his brain to make sense of how this scenario could be happening. But his senses were being overwhelmed by the familiar feel and scent of his lover. His ex-lover? Looking at the dark, angry eyes staring down at him, he wasn't really sure. "But maybe you had something specific in mind while you were waiting for me?" Naruto's breath was coming fast. His disorientation seemed to somehow amplify his lust. He wasn't able to think clearly, but he could feel things just fine.
Naruto's hips flexed up slightly, instinctively seeking friction against his lover's body. God, he wanted this to be real. He wanted to believe that Sasuke had really come to him. That this wasn't just another tortuous dream that he would find himself waking from, alone and longing in an empty bed.
"Don't flatter yourself," Sasuke said, his voice low but with a dangerous edge. "You left, remember? I just came here to warn you."
Naruto could read the anger clearly in Sasuke's dark eyes. But that was not the only emotion he sensed in them, and Naruto felt heat pool in his groin at the naked desire that he saw swirling with the anger in Sasuke's heavy-lidded gaze, belying the man's words.
Naruto's cock was fully hard now. He didn't even know what Sasuke had come here for yet, and honestly at this exact moment he didn't fucking care. He vaguely recalled Sasuke's earlier words about the CIA.
"So you came all this way just to… deliver a message?" Naruto could hear the taunting lust in his voice, and his pulse pounded in his own ears. Naruto twisted his hands, reversing the grip so that his hands now gripped Sasuke's wrists. With fluid strength, Naruto sat up and forced Sasuke's hands behind his back, with Sasuke still straddling his lap.
Sasuke glared at Naruto. His adrenaline was still surging from their fight, and the way that Naruto gripped his wrists, forcing him to arch back, went straight to his groin. He honestly didn't know if he wanted to punch Naruto right now or fuck him into the floor. The desires seemed closely linked.
"Fuck, I missed you, Sasuke," Naruto breathed out, his eyes closing briefly as he brushed his cheek against Sasuke's shirt.
Those words tipped the scales in Sasuke's mind, and he surged forward, fusing his mouth against Naruto's. As soon as Naruto loosed his grip on Sasuke's wrists, he drove them into the blond locks, crushing their mouths together with more force, demanding that Naruto open his mouth.
Naruto was more than happy to comply, his hands up from Sasuke's hips to the small of his back, pulling him closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Sasuke shoved Naruto back against the floor, forcefully pinning Naruto's body beneath him once more, but this time with a different intent.
Naruto could feel the hard length of Sasuke's erection pressed against his, and his only coherent thought was that if they didn't fuck soon he would lose his mind. All other questions could be asked and answered later. It had been too long. All the doors in his mind that he'd tried to lock away his feelings for Sasuke splintered open, and the flood of them was almost unbearable.
Sasuke groaned as he felt Naruto's hands digging into his hair, pulling him even closer. He felt Naruto's tongue thrusting against his own, his mouth open and sucking with furious intensity.
Sasuke jerked Naruto's head back hard, breaking the kiss and baring the tan throat as he slid his mouth down along the hard edge of Naruto's jaw then laved downward along the neck, scraping his teeth over the delicate skin where he could feel the strong pulse in his throat.
"Yessss, Sasuke," Naruto's hoarse voice made Sasuke almost cum. He shuddered, reveling in the sound and feel and scent of Naruto, letting the senses flood over him. He had craved this… hungered to possess Naruto again. This man he had killed for, without remorse. He would not let him go again. Could not.
Sasuke ground his mouth back over Naruto's harshly, thumbing Naruto's jaw open wider before slipping his hands down Naruto's chest to the hem of his shirt. He slid his hand underneath, needing to feel the smooth, hard heat of Naruto's bare skin.
"God, Naruto... I need to... I just..." Sasuke fumbled trying to undo the buckle of his pants.
Naruto seemed to share his urgency as tan hands covered his and simply ripped Sasuke's pants open, sending the button flying and breaking the zipper. "Right now," Naruto panted. "Oh, fuck, Sasuke!"
Sasuke felt his erection already throbbing and ready to burst. Naruto had undone the fastenings of his own jeans was kicking them off with record speed. Sasuke reached to grab the complimentary lotion that had been knocked from the table in their earlier struggle, too far gone to bother with trying to find a condom at this point.
"Jesus Christ, just hurry," Naruto wrapped his hand around Sasuke's shaft as Sasuke struggled with the cap of the makeshift lube, squirting some hurriedly in his hand before dropping the bottle carelessly to the floor. He grabbed Naruto's hand away from his cock before the blond made him cum. He was too close for any kind of foreplay. He needed to be inside Naruto.
Wordlessly, he shoved Naruto onto his stomach, hissing as he quickly coated his cock with the cold lotion before lifting Naruto's hips and shoving two shaking fingers in. Naruto was tight, and it would be painful for both of them if he tried to enter without any prep at all.
Evidently, Naruto didn't share that idea.
"Sasuke, you pussy, I swear if you make me wait I am flipping you over and fucking you into the floor."
Sasuke paused, the idea of that happening sending a surprising spike of lust through him. He used his thumb to press hard on the ring of muscle, massaging it and forcing it wider as he leaned over Naruto's back to whisper in his ear. "Maybe we'll have to try that at some point."
Naruto made an animalistic whimper of need and Sasuke withdrew his hand, driving himself in with one hard thrust. They both groaned at the nearly painful intensity of the penetration with so little prepping.
"Nnggghhh," Sasuke felt Naruto's heat surround him and he leaned his chest against Naruto's back, his arms encircling Naruto's torso as they knelt there together for a moment, feeling each other's hearts beating frantically.
Sasuke closed his eyes and brushed his nose against the side of Naruto's neck, breathing in the scent of him. The dark possessiveness that surged through Sasuke had his hips thrusting forward ruthlessly. Naruto's elbows gave way under the force and he braced himself on his forearms, his fingers digging into the carpet as he arched his body, pushing back to meet Sasuke's violent, almost frantic thrusts.
It didn't take them long before Naruto was cumming hard onto the plush blue carpet, and Sasuke shuddered his release seconds later.
They lay together, panting, their bodies lightly sheened with sweat. Sasuke made no move to withdraw or loosen his hold around Naruto's body.
"Mmmm," Naruto said, his voice lazy. "That was a much better greeting than what I was expecting from a man hiding in my room today."
"Pfft," Sasuke blew out a short laugh, still not able to move, simply listening to the rise and fall of Naruto's breathing. Proof that Naruto had beat all the odds and made it out alive. Sasuke had not been able to face the possibility that Naruto could be lying in a shallow grave in the Sunan desert. He relaxed against the heat pumping off the blond, his mind still hazed by the flood of adrenaline and arousal. Slowly, Sasuke frowned. Naruto was too warm. Something was wrong.
"Naruto?" Sasuke asked, his voice concerned.
"Mm?" Naruto said, feeling incredibly sated and sleepy. If it were up to him, they would not move from this position for the rest of their natural lives. But Sasuke was carefully pulling out, and gently turning Naruto to face him.
"Naruto, you feel like you have a fever. Are you sick?"
Naruto thought back to what he'd been feeling throughout the day. "I don't think so… I think… I might still be a little bit poisoned." His voice sounded completely calm, almost complacent about the fact.
"What? You idiot! Why did you let me fuck you if you were...!" Sasuke was on his feet, turning on the lights and jerking his pants on. "We have to find Sakura. She looked into the poisons that they use in Suna and -"
"Hand me my pack," Naruto interrupted, his voice sounding calm, though slightly annoyed. He blinked as he finally processed Sasuke's words. "Wait, Sakura's here, too? Why did she -"
"Shut up and pull your pants on. She's probably gone to check Gaara's room since I didn't meet her back at the dining car," Sasuke was clearly trying not to panic.
"Sasuke. Stop. I have more of the antidote in my bag, and I've already taken some. If it's the poison, I'll be fine in twenty minutes if I take another dose. If I'm not better by then, then we'll get Sakura. But if she's with Gaara, I'd rather have her treat him first. He was shot in the arm and I think it's getting infected."
Sasuke snatched Naruto's bag from the floor where he had dropped it. He quickly dug through it, ignoring the number of weapons, bundles of cash in various currencies, and fake passports. He noticed what appeared to be a Kevlar vest, but rummaged past that as well. At the bottom of the pack he found a small box and pulled it out. There were three vials of a clear liquid inside. "This?" he asked tersely.
Naruto nodded wearily and Sasuke opened one and handed it to him. Naruto drank it quickly, still sitting on the floor. Sasuke walked over to the couch, looking beneath it to find the lever that released it to lay flat into a double bed. He grabbed the heavy damask sheets from the shelf and quickly threw one over the bed, along with the pillows and blanket.
"Lie down," he ordered.
Naruto sat up, slightly amused at Sasuke's dictatorial tone. "I need a shower."
Sasuke eyed him for a moment, realizing that he had cum inside Naruto without a condom and conceded. "Fine."
"Aren't you going to offer to wash my back? Some of this mess is yours."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, and went to the narrow door that opened to the small, private washroom. "Honestly, I'm not sure we'll both fit," he said skeptically.
He felt Naruto's arms slide around his waist from behind, and was pulled back flush against the blond's hard body as he felt Naruto's breath in his ear. "I'm pretty sure we can figure something out, Sasuke."
Sasuke gently circled his fingers around Naruto's wrist as he turned to face his lover, pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss. "Let's make sure you're not dying first. Necrophilia is not one of my fetishes."
Naruto snickered. "Shit, I hope not."
Sasuke turned back to the tiny bathroom and started the shower, then stepped back so Naruto could get in. "Wow. You weren't kidding. I think we might actually have to take turns."
Sasuke didn't speak, but let his fingers drift to the hem of Naruto's tank top and slowly pulled it off, his eyes darkening at the sight of so many bruises and cuts along Naruto's back.
For the first time, he noticed the large bandage on Naruto's thigh, and he traced his fingers along the edge, noticing that they weren't quite steady. Naruto must have sensed the suddenly heavy atmosphere, because he turned and looked up at Sasuke.
Sasuke's gaze traveled over Naruto's naked chest, where there were three large, purple bruises, one dead center over his breast bone. Sasuke ran his fingers over them, sending a questioning look at Naruto. "You were captured?"
Naruto knew that the bruises were from where the bullets had struck the Kevlar vest, not the beating marks Sasuke assumed they were, but he figured that would not make Sasuke feel better. "Yeah, but not tortured. These are all just… minor wounds we got along the way."
Sasuke had seen the CIA description of the security and firepower of the military compound that Naruto and Gaara had evidently successfully overthrown. He knew that there was a hell of a story behind the myriad of cuts and bruises, but he honestly needed to have a drink or two before he was ready to hear it.
So he only nodded, guiding Naruto into the now hot shower and washing him gently. Naruto seemed completely relaxed, letting Sasuke have his way and take his time with it while Naruto rested his head against the narrow wall of the stall. Sasuke noticed Naruto flinch slightly as the soap stung some of the cuts, but otherwise they were both silent, just focusing on where Sasuke's hands connected with Naruto's body. They knew they had a lot of things to discuss, but right now they just wanted to be together without reality getting in the way.
When Sasuke slid a finger in to clean out what he had deposited in the blond on the floor of the cabin, he heard a low chuckle from his lover. "You're being very thorough today, aren't you?"
Sasuke felt his lips tug into a smirk, and he angled his finger downward, no longer focusing on cleaning. Naruto sucked in a breath through his teeth as Sasuke brushed against his prostate.
"I thought you were all worried and wanting me to sleep," Naruto said, his voice distinctly husky now.
"I said I wanted you to lie down on the bed. I never said anything about sleeping."
Naruto laughed softly, before sucking in a breath as Sasuke's fingers closed around his shaft. "Well, given the rug burn I have on my knees and elbows, I guess a bed sounds pretty good."
-xXx-
Sakura huffed out an annoyed breath and adjusted the shawl that she used to cover up her tell-tale pink hair. The train had departed almost thirty minutes ago, and Sasuke hadn't shown up to tell her if he had found Naruto and Gaara yet or not. Sakura thought about it for a minute, then blinked. She supposed that meant he had found Naruto. Rolling her eyes, she decided that - if what she was suspecting was actually the case - Gaara would likely be alone in his sleeper car. They must have boarded some other way, since she hadn't seen anyone that even slightly resembled from her vantage point in the dining car. She had chosen that position as it gave a perfect view of the passengers lining up to board. It also provided her with a convenient excuse to sit there watching as she leisurely sipped her coffee. None of the passengers boarding had even glanced up to look at her.
She slung her medical bag over her shoulder and pulled out the piece of paper where she had written down Gaara's and Naruto's room numbers. Being able to take a good guess at what was likely going on in Naruto's room, she walked past that closed door (noting the muffled noises coming from within with a smirk) and proceeded on to Gaara's.
She took a deep breath before she knocked on the door, and waited several minutes before the curtain was pulled back and she found herself looking past the barrel of a gun into familiar clear green eyes. And a face flushed with fever.
-xXx-
train ride will be continued next chapter…
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